Up Popped a Fox blog

Sometimes, when I need to write, I take a shower. I do some of my best writing when I am in the shower though I don't know why. Maybe it's the steam or the quiet or the smell of my tea tree shampoo. Maybe the shower is magic and brings me to life, like Frosty the Snowman's hat but without that creepy magician.

Of course, one might argue that I am not actually writing in the shower and that would be true. However, I do often craft some good sentences in there that I can later put to actual paper. In fact, two of my favorite sentences I've ever written came to me in the shower.

But, sometimes, I do some horrible writing in the shower too.

I wanted to blog yesterday but I didn't have any ideas so I decided that I would take a shower. I turned on the hot water and stepped in and I got water in my eyes and as I rubbed the water from my eyes, I thought, "Eye sockets!"

I could not get eye sockets out of my brain for the rest of the shower and my thought process went something like this:

Eye sockets. If eye sockets popped into my mind, there must be a reason. Perhaps eye sockets are my writing destiny today. But eye sockets are weird and I have no idea what I can write about them. Maybe I'll rub my eyes a little bit and see if that sparks further inspiration. Nope. Nothing. Maybe if I close my eyes and then touch my eyes, I will think of something. Ok. Well, I did think of something. You shouldn't poke your eye sockets because it hurts. Eye socket pain. I could write about that. But what could I say about it but, "Hey. Don't poke yourself in the eye socket. Because it hurts." That seems like a dead end. Eye sockets, eye sockets make me a match. Maybe that's it! I can rewrite all the songs from Fiddler on the Roof so they are about eye sockets!

I used almost all the hot water in our gigantic hot water tank thinking about my own damn eye sockets.

Yesterday, as I implored the internet to discuss Rihanna's new video for the song FourFiveSeconds with Kanye West and Paul McCartney, my friend, Jana said, "I'd like to spend five minutes in your brain." I don't know if I'd wish that on anyone. Some days, my brain is filled with smart humor, beautiful words and wisdom. But some days, my brain is preoccupied with eye sockets and tumblr GIFs and a profound sense of loss about the tan M&M.

Luisa knows that some days I struggle to write and she just came in and said, "You're blogging! What are you writing about?"

I turned from the screen to look at her and said, "Eye sockets."

"Eye sockets?"

"Yes, eye sockets," I said as I laughed and put my head in my hands. "It's the kind of post you hate the most."

She said, "Oh, the meandering kind?"

I laughed again, "Yes. That kind."

She laughed, "Well, I'll leave you to it then."

But really, there's nothing to leave me to...what more can I really say? Perhaps I'll just leave you with this public service announcement, "Don't poke yourself in the eye socket."